southern sweetness.

I stepped outside holding a jar of cold peppermint tea and two oatmeal cookies. All the stars and 

even the moon was hiding somewhere in the coal black sky. So I let my gaze fall on the specks of 

light being emitted from the houses across the big open field in front of my house.

No thoughts were running through my mind, as is not the norm. But, sometimes, just standing 

outside, breathing in the night air, and soaking up the solitude with no interruptions is what inspires me 

the most.

As I headed back into the house, my tea and cookies were gone, but the memory of that night 

may never be.